“Ooookay,” she said, not really understanding what he meant, but doing as he bid anyway. She pushed the pillow back to its prior position at the head of the bed and lay down, resting her head on it. Maybe now they would have sex? Her hot, throbbing bud was getting impatient.

  She looked up expectantly at Chris, admiring his muscular, toned body, especially his four-pack abs. But while his eyes burned with the desire that she, too, felt, he let out a mock heavy sight and said, “Oh, princess, what are you doing?”

  “What do you mean?” Naomi sat up, immediately on the defensive.

  He sat on the edge of the bed beside her and stroked her thigh. “What I mean is that I put that pillow there for a reason. It was right where I wanted it.”

  “Ooookay.” She grabbed another pillow and handed it to him, trying to tamp down her disappointment at the weird turn of events. How did they go from a lust driven about-to-have-sex phase to talking about pillow placement?

  “You haven’t been with a lot of guys, have you?” Chris asked, his eyes narrowing. “And if I had to guess, the ones you were with were losers in the sack.”

  “Yeah,” Naomi nodded readily before catching herself. “I mean no! I mean, my sex life is none of your business.”

  “It’s not?” He looked down at his own naked body before returning his gaze to hers, lingering on her bare breasts and still-erect nipples. “Sure seems like your sex life if very much my business at the moment. You should be glad it is too. I can tell you’ve been seriously deprived.”

  She’d had enough. “That may be but I don’t have to put up with this. I’ll stay deprived a little longer.”

  Naomi scooted to the opposite edge of the bed, wanting to get as far away from him as she could. She turned around to see his eyes widening in alarm. “Whoa, whoa, wait! Naomi, please!”

  The genuine, pleading tone in his voice made her stop. He crawled across the giant bed until their bodies were only inches apart again. Still holding the pillow, he nodded at it and then to her crotch. “May I?”

  May you what? She started to ask, but the question got answered before she could form the words. Chris placed the pillow near the V-shape her bent legs made on the bed. Finally catching on, she raised her hips so he could shove the fluffy cushion beneath her crotch, angling her mound upwards.

  “You couldn’t have just told me to put the stupid pillow under my pussy so you could eat me out?” Naomi asked, unable to keep the crankiness out of her voice.

  “That wouldn’t have been very romantic, now would it?”

  “And implying I’m some sort of sexual special ed student is?”

  A pang of remorse flashed in his eyes as he said, “I’m sorry, Naomi. I shouldn’t have teased you like that, not now. I never meant to give you that impression. Nothing about you strikes me as slow, especially when it comes to sex.”

  While his apology touched her, the last statement prickled. “Oh, so now you’re calling me fast? Are you implying I’m some sort of slut? Well, it takes two to tango. You can’t label me anything without also applying that label to yourself.”

  “Fuck!” Chris covered his face with his hands and made a loud noise, like he was smothering a scream.

  Naomi sat up and moved closer to the edge of the bed, intending to really leave this time. But Chris reached out, catching her hand in his. Again, his touched caused her to tingle and made her want to forgive all his sins. No matter how much he was aggravating her, she couldn’t resist his touch. In the very brief time they’d known each other, she already felt addicted to it.

  Chris raised her hand up to his mouth and gently kissed her palm, sending a jolt through her that flooded her entire body with tingles and warmth. “Naomi, I don’t mean to imply anything about you except you’re a goddess. One that should be worshipped totally and completely in every way. I’m begging you to give me chance to do just that.”

  “Well, since you’re begging . . .” Naomi resettled herself on the bed and repositioned the pillow beneath her crotch so that it was angled up and ready for Chris’ attention. She prayed he wouldn’t say something else stupid and totally kill the mood for good. This had better be worth it, she thought to herself.

  And it was, it most definitely was. From the moment Chris kissed and then trailed his tongue around the curve of her inner thigh, Naomi knew he’d earned a second chance. The third and fourth chances were earned when he buried his face between her legs and licked her pussy folds as if he already had an intimate familiarity with them.

  His tongue lapped up the pussy juices she’d already secreted as if they were the most delicious nectar. She moaned as his tongue flicked in and out, teasing her and almost driving her to the brink of madness. Now this kind of teasing she could tolerate, even welcome because it was accompanied by tingly erotic sensations that brought every one of her nerve endings to full alert.

  Naomi had never felt so alive as when Chris’ tongue flicked and twisted its way towards her pulsating bud. The anticipation made her breath quicken and her heart race. The slurping sounds he made heightened her desire because it meant he was enjoying her just as much as she was enjoying him.

  He gripped her hips with his hands and the throbbing of her bud intensified as his tongue got closer and closer to her hot center. Could someone spontaneously combust from desire? Naomi didn’t know, but she was sure she’d become a case study example of the phenomenon if Chris didn’t hurry up and reach her bud soon.

  But for all of her silent pleas for him to pick up the pace so she could achieve her long awaited release, Naomi didn’t want the sexual journey to end. She’d never felt this sensual or fevered before and likely never would again. She wanted to enjoy the flood of blissful sensations for as long as possible.

  The tempo of the movements of Chris’ tongue almost matched that of Naomi’s bud, but not quite. The disparate rhythms of the two beats scrambled the erotic signals in her brain but she didn’t care. The high of being on the cusp of the most spectacular orgasm of her life consumed all her thought processes. Nothing mattered except reached the crest of these tsunami-like waves of passion.

  The instant Chris’ tongue reached her bud and took a single swipe across it, Naomi fell over the cliff into ecstasy. Moist warmth flooded her pussy while her entire body tingled and hummed with an unfamiliar excitement. She dug her fingers in his hair, determined to keep him down there and extend this incredible moment as long as she could.

  Eventually, the pulsations from her bud ebbed, and the tingles began to fade, returning Naomi to a semi-normal state. Suddenly aware she held on to Chris’ scalp, she let and arched her pussy away from his face. Scared she might have smothered him, she asked, “Are you okay?”

  He lifted up his chin to reveal the widest self-satisfied smile. “I’m fucking fantastic! What about you, princess?”

  “I’m okay.” If by okay, you mean spectacularly and fantastically freakin’ awesome! She crowed to herself. Somehow she knew if she shared the sentiment with Chris, it would cause his head to swell even further. He had a healthy enough ego already.

  But Chris didn’t take the faint praise lightly. “Just ‘okay?’ Well, we’ll have to remedy that, won’t we?”

  “I was joking! You’re not the only one who can tease. You were ─” But a hard, crushing kiss from him stopped Naomi from telling him just how incredible he was.

  As his tongue tangled with hers once again, she realized this kiss contained essences from them both. His mouth, her mouth, his cum, her cum. A dizzy intoxication swirled through Naomi’s brain as she reflected how she’d reached the heights of intimacy and sharing with a man she’d known for ─ had they even reached the two hour mark yet? And when his once-again erect cock nudged tantalizingly close to her pussy folds, her inner core began to tingle and heat.

  “Naomi,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he covered her body with his. She welcomed his heavy weight because it sealed in the remaining warmth from their last coupling while enhancing the sensations from the new warmth generated by the sudden closeness.

  The tingling all over her body only increased when his dick eased inside her, aided by the wet stickiness of her orgasm. Her gasp matched his grunt as he began to thrust, slowly and tentatively at first, then going faster and faster. His pace further increased after Naomi spread her legs wider before wrapping them around his waist.

  She couldn’t believe she was hurtling towards her second orgasm in what seemed like only a minute or two after the first one that launched her out of this world. Even more surprising, this orgasm seemed like it might top the first one.

  Chris’ cock completely filled her pussy, making her moan as she tried to shift her hips and spread her legs even wider ─ anything to take more of him in. The sex sabbatical she’d taken since breaking up with Sean didn’t help matters. The walls of her pussy remained rigid, despite being slickened from the prior orgasm.

  However, Chris didn’t seem to mind. In an appreciative tone, he whispered over and over, “You’re so tight.”

  But just like the way Chris’ charm won her over, his dick eventually wore down her pussy walls’ resistance. They both moaned as he sank balls deep into her, his cock reaching a place of ecstasy deep inside Naomi that she hadn’t even known existed. Her hips undulated in an attempt to match the fast-and-furious pace of his thrusts. Before she knew it, she was again climbing towards the peak of bliss as they rocked together faster and faster.

  Like her previous orgasm, it only took the merest touch, this time from Chris’ dick instead of his tongue, for her bud to explode in pleasure and flood her pussy with hot, wet bliss. Chris’ orgasm followed seconds later, with a violent shudder from him that injected her with a second wave of heat from the spurts of cum from his cock.

  Naomi’s heart beat wildly out of control and her breath came in heavy pants as Chris collapsed beside her. He seemed to know the second orgasm left her too weak to bear the weight of his body. However, he did take her in his muscular arms and she nestled against him, enjoying the warmth of their co-mingled bodies.

  She closed her eyes, shutting out the heckling from her subconscious about needing to get out of there and returning to her own room. You have an important speech to give tomorrow, remember? The inner voice nagged.

  I’m not going anywhere, she silently and defiantly countered. As Naomi snuggled deeper into Chris’ embrace, she knew she was right where she wanted to be.

  Chapter Three

  A little over eighteen hours later, Naomi sat in a chair at a departure gate in the Raleigh-Durham International Airport, waiting for the plane that would take her back to Philadelphia. Although the conference wouldn’t officially end until tomorrow, Staci had only allotted enough in the budget for a one night stay.

  Frankly, Naomi was glad to get the hell out of Dodge. Not because her speech hadn’t gone well because it had, resoundingly so, even earning her a standing ovation from the audience of her peers. Maybe her impassioned plea for more resources to be given and more attention paid to overburdened inner city emergency rooms like Philadelphia County Memorial’s struck a nerve. After concluding her speech by describing how her ER treated everyone from gunshot wound victims to homeless people who hadn’t seen a doctor or nurse in well over a decade, Naomi was surprised when the entire room jumped to their feet and clapped for three minutes straight. She just hoped some of that applause translated into donations to the PCM emergency room.

  Perhaps she’d imagined it, but Naomi could have sworn she caught a glint of Chris’ blue-eyed stare in the audience. She had to have imagined it because there was no reason why a “successful businessman” ─ whatever that meant ─ would be in the crowd listening to a bunch of tedious speeches given by medical professionals.

  No, it was likely her own guilt that made her think she’d seen Chris. After falling asleep in his arms, she’d awakened and very carefully extracted herself from his embrace without waking him up. After finding her clothes and getting dressed, she stealthily left the suite, making the least amount of noise possible by closing the door with the barest of clicks.

  While she’d enjoyed making love to Chris very, very much, Naomi didn’t want to stick around for a morning-after post mortem. She knew she’d had too much to drink, and he likely had too. Why else would two people who’d know each other for less than an hour hop into bed together? Naomi realized the possibility existed of him waking up that next morning and asking, “Who are you?” That sort of humiliation she could do without.

  Yet, lingering regrets remained that she didn’t at least leave him a message or something. Sex that spectacular deserved at least a thank you note. But Naomi didn’t know exactly what she would say.

  Hi, thanks for the fuck. It was great but I gotta go now. Regards, Naomi. P.S. Although you didn’t use a condom, don’t worry about any potential Chris Jr.’s in the making because I’m on the pill. See ya.

  No, it was better that she walked away as she did, a clean break. No awkward morning-after conversations and no lies about keeping in touch or getting together again. She and Chris had had one fantastic night, and that was that. No need to dwell on it any longer.

  But for some reason, her heart didn’t seem to want to let go. The longer she sat there, gazing out the window at the airport runways, the more Naomi wondered if she’d done the right thing by leaving without a word.

  Of course you did, her subconscious reassured her. You don’t know who that man is or what he does. Put him in your rearview mirror and move on.

  However, Naomi had a feeling that would be easier said than done. She continued to brood over it until she felt a tap on her shoulder. After turning around, she was surprised to find Lily standing there. They exchanged greetings before Naomi asked, “What are you doing here? I thought you were staying the extra night to network some more.”

  “There’s a crisis at the lab, I need to get back.” Lily shrugged as she took the seat next to Naomi’s. “I probably shouldn’t have come anyway. This year’s conference was a big bust as far as I’m concerned. None of the representatives from the companies and foundations I was expecting put in an appearance. I didn’t make even a third of the connections this time around that I did last year.”

  “I’m sorry,” Naomi said, hoping her sympathetic tone masked her disinterest.

  “But it sounds like the conference was a big success for you.” Lily eyes narrowed as she looked Naomi up and down. “Your speech was all anyone could talk about in the lobby during the break. From the poolside patio to the hotel mezzanine, everyone raved about how good you were. It was almost like nothing else had taken place the entire morning but your speech.”

  Naomi bit her tongue to keep from laughing at the bitter jealousy in Lily’s tone. Clearly, the woman had grown accustomed to commanding the PCM delegation’s attention and wasn’t used to being one-upped.

  “You’re too kind, Lily. Thank you for the compliment but I’m not sure I had as much impact as you claim. But if I did, it would be lovely since the attention would benefit the ER.”

  Lily’s lips thinned to the point of almost disappearing altogether. “By the way, where were you last night? I thought you said you’d join the rest of us for drinks. We saved you a seat but you never showed up.”

  Naomi doubted her self-absorbed colleague even missed her presence and only asked about it now to be nosy. “I decided to call it an early night and go to bed. Though it seems silly now, I was nervous about giving the speech so I wanted to make sure I got plenty of rest.”

  Lily raised her brow in skepticism but didn’t challenge Naomi’s story. She breathed a sigh relief when Lily turned her attention to her smartphone, glad to be off the hook. What she’d been up to last night was none of her snoopy colleague’s business.

  An uneasy sense of regret washed over Naomi again as her thoughts turned back to Chris. A clean break had been the way to go, right? Seeing how it was her first one-night stand, she didn’t exactly know the rules. While her gut in the early morning hours advised her to cut and run, her heart now made her wish she’d lingered.

  No regrets, she sternly told herself, Chris is in your past. It was crazy sexy but it’s over now. Move on.

  But Naomi knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

  * * * * * * * * * *

  Naomi rapped her knuckles against Staci’s door, entering after the hospital administrator told her to come in. “What’s up? I got your text saying you needed to see me ASAP.”

  As Staci gestured for Naomi to sit in one of the chairs across from her desk, a huge smile spread across her face. “I have some terrific news.”

  “What? The Phillies made the playoffs?” About the only time Naomi saw her friend in this good of a mood was when her beloved baseball team did well.

  “I wish. As excited as that would make me, what I’m about to share with you exceeds that triple-fold. No, make that quadruple-fold!”

  Naomi leaned forward, now genuinely curious. “So spill it, don’t keep me in suspense.”

  “I just got word BGC Pharmaceuticals is giving the PMC emergency department a huge donation.” Staci took a deep breath. “Ten million dollars.”

  “Are you serious?” Naomi sat there stunned. The ER had never received a donation approaching anywhere near that amount. “This had better not be a prank.”

  “That was my first thought too when a representative from BGC Pharmaceuticals called to tell me about the gift. I did my own fact-checking and research and found the corporation has a foundation that doles out donations like this. It’s a completely legitimate offer.”

  Naomi sank back into the chair, still not quite digesting the news. BGC Pharmaceuticals was one of the biggest and most powerful pharmaceutical manufacturers and distributors in the world. She hadn’t realized it even had a foundation, much less one with an interest in inner-city emergency rooms.

  “You think this has anything to do with my speech at the conference?” she asked Staci.

  “I know it has everything to do with your speech because it was specifically referenced as one of the main reasons our hospital was chosen as a recipient. And one of the stipulations of the donation is that you personally meet with the BGC representative to pick up the first installment of the gift.”

 

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